It's so warm down here.
We've got a meeting at two and it's almost one-thirty now.
It's always something, isn't it?
"It's not a big deal," Carmen said, and launched into another subject.
It's feminine enough, but it looks like something grandma would wear.
It's just a veterinary clinic.
"It's only a picture of the baby, mother," he said.
It's the wolf, I'm sure!
It's not going to be a ghost story?
It's the same old wolf that has been skulking around here all winter.
It's about time you spent some money on yourself.
In one sense, it's a peaceful world: The bully insists on the lunch money of the small kid, who has no recourse but to capitulate.
Choose what you will; it's all the same.
It's such an age...
"It's the saute, most likely," she added with a smile.
"It's all wrong," said Zeb, gravely.
"Yes; but it's lots of fun, if it IS strange," remarked the small voice of the kitten, and Dorothy turned to find her pet walking in the air a foot or so away from the edge of the roof.
At last James Hogg said, "It's of no use; all we can do is to go home and tell the master that we have lost his whole flock."
It's nice, isn't it?
It's winter - or was at home.
Why is it good when you adopt a baby that isn't yours, but bad if it's yours and you don't give birth to it?
"It's over here," Jonathan said, leading them toward a large shed.
It's wool and is a bit scratchy.
It's not pleasant, but what's to be done, my dear fellow?
Why, it's Oz, the Wonderful Wizard, come back again!
The fishermen talked in low tones with one another for a little while, and then one said, It's a bargain.
We had a glorious thunder-tempest last night, and it's much cooler to-day.
It's easy enough, however, to say Helen is wonderful, because she really is.
It's Mr. Anagnos's property until it is published.
Yeah, I think it's more like a miniature rodeo.
I hope it's not that unpleasant.
"It's dirty," replied Prince Andrew, making a grimace.
"It's like this," he said thoughtfully, "if there's a battle soon, yours will win.
Princess, it's God's will!
"Let me alone; it's not true!" she cried angrily to him.
"No, he's not dead--it's impossible!" she told herself and approached him, and repressing the terror that seized her, she pressed her lips to his cheek.
"It's all God's scourge," said Dron.
It's not a case of carting.
It's all a trick," said Dunyasha, "and when Yakov Alpatych returns let us get away... and please don't..."
It's all one to you!
It's as the old men have decided--there's too many of you giving orders.
It's heavy, lads--solid books.